My better angels are on lockdown

Tell me again why I should care when a virus denier gets sick or dies. Yes, I understand they endanger health care workers and friends/neighbors. I get that. I’ll grieve for them. But if you refuse to wear a seat belt and die in a crash… or refuse to wear a helmet and die in a motorcycle crash (no others harmed)… why am I supposed to care? I’ve only got so much grief to go around and I’m now rationing.

Torn apart by politics

A sad story in the New York Times about families torn apart by politics. In the excerpt below, the emphasis is mine.

“Will relationships heal now that Mr. Trump is no longer president? Nearly everyone interviewed for this article who had experienced a falling out said they did not think so — at least not immediately. Estelle Moore, a retired flight attendant in East Stroudsburg, Pa., said it was as if we had seen things in each other that we weren’t supposed to. But now that we had, we could not un-see them.”

This is the reason I choose not to discuss politics (and religion). Was going to add this to previous post but this deserves it’s own.

The First Thanksgiving

Americans revive spirit of first Thanksgiving by carrying disease to new areas

“I was watching a PBS special about the Pilgrims,” one American said, “and they spent their entire first winter in Massachusetts before Thanksgiving just watching their family members die. They carried them out to the woods, propped them up against trees and left them there to give the illusion that the settlement was guarded. That wasn’t something we incorporated into our Thanksgiving before, but it’s never too late to start a new tradition.”

From a delightful piece in the Washington Post. Behind their pay-wall, I think. But here’s the link.

I like pumpkin pie as well as the next guy but let’s face it: Thanksgiving –and Xmas for that matter– are made-up holidays. Like Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day and all the rest. Mostly about selling stuff. So putting family at risk for some cranberry sauce? Just selfish. I’ll celebrate “thanksgiving” on the day people start getting vaccinated.

On not wanting children

From a 2016 essay (My Biological Clock Can’t Tick Fast Enough) by Sari Botton:

“People sometimes commend me on how “brave” it was for us to not have children. I laugh, because to my mind, I arrived at it in just about the most cowardly way: I lucked into childlessness (if having a defective uterus can be considered luck). Deep down I didn’t want to have children, but I kept limping toward motherhood anyway, because I thought I should want them until, in the end, my anatomy dictated my destiny.”